Ember Tide
A glass of red wine at the end of a west coast evening. The kind of moment that doesn’t need explaining. Water catching the last light, something warm in your hand, nowhere else to be.
A glass of red wine at the end of a west coast evening. The kind of moment that doesn’t need explaining. Water catching the last light, something warm in your hand, nowhere else to be.
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